In 1985, in a small industrial town in the north, the air smelled of coal ash and restlessness.
In the narrow room of Tongzilou, Li Daqiang spread the mimeographed newspaper on his lap, and the wrinkled paper could not cover up the bold words - "Ten Thousand Yuan Household".
His fingers crossed those three words, and his heart beat in his chest.
Twenty-year-old Li Daqiang is a glorious fitter at the Red Star Machinery Factory, holding an iron job that everyone envies.
But at this moment, he only felt that the rice bowl was an iron yoke.
He slammed the newspaper onto the table, causing the enamel teacup to buzz.
"Dad, Mom, I won't go to work in the factory."
He declared.
Mother Zhou Guifen, who was picking up the soles of her shoes, shook her hand and the needle tip pierced her finger.
"Hiss..."
She put her fingers in her mouth and cursed vaguely.
"What nonsense are you talking about, you little bastard?"
"You don't want the iron job if you don't want it? Is your brain kicked by a donkey?"
Li Daqiang's father, Li Jianguo, just smoked dry cigarettes. The smoke was so thick that he couldn't open his eyes. Finally, he knocked the pot heavily.
"I'm going to 'break the sea' and become a householder worth ten thousand yuan!"
